Plus Size Me

Why should I suck in my stomach for you?
No one has ever flat out requested that I pull it in
But that sweeping glance from head to feet
Bares all
Who says?
These magazines that stress that I should love myself
But continue the cookie cutter image that ruins the way we look at ourselves
I have a plus size mind
A plus size life
Voice
Laugh
Smile
But as soon as my body can’t shop in the petite section anymore
I’m not worth it
So don’t say to my face
That you wouldn’t look at me with a bit less desire in your eyes
But what does your desire mean to me?
If today I pull in what makes me myself
Then maybe tomorrow I won’t voice an opinion
So shamefully mine
Because it might offend you
You’ll never be worth stifling me
I’m starting to think
That maybe I’m growing
Up
Crooked
Stunted
In our Societies sun
However radiant
In the eyes that look upon me
With unconditional love
Because society would rather I hide in the dark
If my face isn’t painted on
And my width isn’t small enough
I don’t let you determine the breadth of my soul
So why am I reading your weight loss tips
To determine the tone of my thighs
So I’m making no exceptions
I’m throwing out the mirror
That every tv show and movie and magazine installs in every girls room
Their mind
This mirror
That fools me into believing that I’m not good enough
Not skinny enough
My hair is not straight enough
My teeth are not white enough
I’m going to shatter it
And hand out a shard to every girl
Who has never "measured" up
As a reminder of their perfection